Here are the pages of my life. The pictures may only show the fun sides of my life for I don't regret any single moment in life. Enjoy the pages! I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I do...
-March 7, 2005-

A week before I got sick, I borrowed two books from my friend, Barb. Both of them are by Mitch Albom: Five people you meet in heaven and Tuesday with Morrie. Both of the books, in a way, are similar because they talk about Death.

The days when my sickness was the worst, and my temperature was the highest, I had finished reading Five People You Meet in Heaven and I was in the middle of Tuesday with Morrie. So, during my worst hours, my mind was asking questions: whether I had bird flu or not, (if I did suffer from it) whether I was gonna die, who are the five people I'd meet in heaven (my best friend, my cousin, Keanu Reeves?... Na-ah, he's still alive), and how I was gonna die (paralized first or die in my sleep). I also began to wonder how people would react if I really did die (crying? laughing? cheering? toasting?). Those days I really really thought I was between life and death...But, good news, I am getting better instead of getting worst (Alhamdulillah, thank God). The doctor also told me:1. I didn't suffer from bird flu.2. I wasn't going to die.3. That I was overdosed, therefore I was hallucinating.

Awesome.

Today is a week after my worst days. I have finished reading both books. What did I get to learn from all of this?Never read any books when you are under heavy prescription!

This reminds me of my experience before the delivery process of Hikari. For nine months, I equipped myself with all the books I could find about 'Pregnancy' and then 'Giving Birth'. My mom tried to warn me that I might scare myself when the real time came (having read those A-Z of pregnancy and delivery). As a normal child, I ignored my mom (who had given birth to three children and witnessed dozen others). And, as story told, Mom is Always Right: I was scared to death when the days approached the D day.

Again, the moral of the story is: Never read any books when you are under huge stress!

Well, now, what do I have left?Oh, words of wisdom.

So, my advice to you all is: Never trust anyone who is under heavy prescription and huge stress!

At the moment you are reading this, I'm begging Papap to buy me my reading supply. I'm running out of books and I don't care if a book would make me hallucinate again!

When I am writing this, I am struggling with my body because I am having a typhoid fever. It's been four days and I'm so tired of being in bed watching CSI (for the hundredth time). So, here I'm sneaking my way out of the bedroom to the computer (Papap is not home yet, my parents are downstairs, and Hikari is playing outside). I missed the chance to meet other bloggers last Sunday too... *hiks*

This desease is nothing new for me. I have been hospitalized two times for having typhoid fever before, and have been kept at home many times for having its symptoms. Even my best friend Ms. AC told me I've made it a hobby. To tell you the truth, I'm glad having this typhoid fever. With Indonesia's recent deseases-condition: bird flu, chikungunya, dengue fever, God-knows-what-else, my sickness is less life threathening... hehehe... And, I've got to admit that before I got my blood tested, I was scared to death that I might have infected by bird flu. Thank God, I didn't.So, guys, if you need some advice on how to stay healthy, don't come to me.

My mom knows a secret recipe to cure the sickness faster: a mix of raw egg (ayam kampung, what do you call it in English? Farm chicken? Huahahaha...) and honey. BUT, I wouldn't advice that medicine anymore now. You know. Bird flu?There is still another medicine that works like wonder. I've tried this and it made my stomach feel better. The medicine is made from dried worm. Yes, worm. Like, a worm in the earth? That's the one. So, clean these worms (of course after you manage to catch them), rinse them, water them, but do not use soap. I'm sure you're that intelligent... hehehe... Then, dry the worm under direct sunlight. Next, cook them without cooking oil until it is really really dry. When you are done cooking... eat them.Yucky?You bet!That's why I'd rather order that worm medicine from the Chinese drug store. They have the dried worms in capsules...

Okay, then, I've got to go. Not because I want to, but my head is starting to ache.Bye.

It sounds like a joke when I wrote that my housing complex was so remote that it didn't have a zip code. It still doesn't.

Unfortunately, it is not a joke. Well, at least it is not, for my neighbors-who-share-the-same-street's-name. None of them knows the zip code, or knows if in any case we are entitled to have a zip code.

If you still think I am joking, or just being dramatic, I'll tell you this: go get yourself a newly-revised map and locate our housing complex. It is not even there... Our housing complex, I mean, forget the zip code.

Indonesia, Let's Educate

About Me

Proud of being an Indonesian, and even prouder of being a mom of a great son. Have a wonderful husband whose feeling of romantism lies in his heart, not his action. Have a big family who can -literally- create one platoon of army (and that's not because of the quantity). Have a bunch of jobs, including a teacher and a writer. Have a long list of wishes, including owning a bookstore, setting up my own school, traveling around the world, and publishing my own books. The only things I don't have in my life are: regrets, and a nice hairstyle!